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archersangel) wrote2025-12-04 03:08 am
archersangel) wrote2025-12-04 03:08 am
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random Geography poll
i got a 6-month extension my paid account, thanks to that person! (not sure if they want to be named).
so, to celebrate i'm doing a random poll.
i've heard that people in the southern united states think of washington d.c as a northern city, and people in the northern united states see it as a southern city.
what say you?
so, to celebrate i'm doing a random poll.
i've heard that people in the southern united states think of washington d.c as a northern city, and people in the northern united states see it as a southern city.
what say you?
Poll #33914 is washing d.c. a northern or southern city?
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 5
northern or southern?
where are you located?
View Answers
in the north
2 (40.0%)
in the south
1 (20.0%)
in the midwest
1 (20.0%)
in the west
1 (20.0%)
outside of the united states
0 (0.0%)
Asp (senmut) wrote2025-12-03 09:08 pm
senmut) wrote2025-12-03 09:08 pmEntry tags:
New Comm
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10trueloves - prompt table and claim one character to do ten relationships withClaiming Dinah Lance
| 01. | Surprise. | 02. | Trust. | 03. | Noise. | 04. | Tears. | 05 | Mask. |
| 06. | Fight. | 07. | Accident. | 08. | Overprotective. | 09. | Broken. | 10. | Loss. |
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Socchan (soc_puppet) wrote2025-12-03 07:43 pm
soc_puppet) wrote2025-12-03 07:43 pm
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Final Projects Progress Report
Intro to Human Services:
Interview with a Human Services professional: Done
Reflection paper on interview, due Friday, Dec 5:Not started
Personal mission statement, due Friday, Dec 12: Not started
Social Problems:
Research a particular topic as a social problem: Done
Do a creative project based on your research: Mostly done, needs touch-ups
Write a paper about your research topic and your creative project: Not started (has a very detailed template I can probably just fill out as the paper)
Ceramics:
Interview with a living ceramicist: Done
Reflection paper on interview, due Sunday, Dec 7:Mostly done Done!
PowerPoint Presentation on interviewed ceramicist, due Sunday, Dec 7: Not started
I'm going to try and get the one interview reflection done tonight, and then take a break. (I'd aim for both, but they're both minimum two pages, and I'm not sure I have enough juice for that.) I want to go ahead and make the Paid Time for Mood Themes announcement onmoodthemeinayear, but alas, I must use my brain power for this, instead 😩
Edit: First reflection paper is done! Time to dig out my notes from the other interview and contemplate at least starting the second one.
Edit 2: Intro to HS reflection paper started, basics of getting paid time for mood theme completion posted tomoodthemeinayear 👍
Interview with a Human Services professional: Done
Reflection paper on interview, due Friday, Dec 5:
Personal mission statement, due Friday, Dec 12: Not started
Social Problems:
Research a particular topic as a social problem: Done
Do a creative project based on your research: Mostly done, needs touch-ups
Write a paper about your research topic and your creative project: Not started (has a very detailed template I can probably just fill out as the paper)
Ceramics:
Interview with a living ceramicist: Done
Reflection paper on interview, due Sunday, Dec 7:
PowerPoint Presentation on interviewed ceramicist, due Sunday, Dec 7: Not started
I'm going to try and get the one interview reflection done tonight, and then take a break. (I'd aim for both, but they're both minimum two pages, and I'm not sure I have enough juice for that.) I want to go ahead and make the Paid Time for Mood Themes announcement on
moodthemeinayear, but alas, I must use my brain power for this, instead 😩Edit: First reflection paper is done! Time to dig out my notes from the other interview and contemplate at least starting the second one.
Edit 2: Intro to HS reflection paper started, basics of getting paid time for mood theme completion posted to
moodthemeinayear 👍
Asp (senmut) wrote2025-12-03 06:25 pm
senmut) wrote2025-12-03 06:25 pmEntry tags:
Ladies Bingo: Shadows / Darkness
AO3 Link | Remember Who You Are (300 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sinners [2025]
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Annie Moore & Mary [Sinners]
Characters: Annie Moore, Mary [Sinners 2025]
Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, Female Friendship, Community: ladiesbingo
Summary:
It wasn't that Annie didn't like Mary. Far from it, given their lives kept tangling. Annie was one of the only ones who didn't think the girl should be pushed to be white. Every time she thought about Mary and Elias, she did feel uneasy, as something lingered in the dark of the night about the pair.
"Mary."
"Annie."
Now why was the girl already on the defensive, unless…
"Are you needing my special tea, honey?"
Annie watched the defensive give way to worry, then embarrassment, before Mary shook her head.
"I know what not to do, thank you," Mary said firmly.
"Good." Annie beckoned her to come into the house so she could keep working. "Was surprised to see you out here."
"Wanted to say goodbye, given you've been around for so much of my life. Mama — I don't suppose you'll keep an eye on her for me?"
"I'll do the best I can, but she's always thought I was a devil tempting her milk-son."
Mary laughed, bitterly. "She's got too much church in her, but it would mean a lot."
Annie nodded to all that, trying to ferret out if the shadows on their lives, cast by the twins, was all that had ever unnerved her about Mary. Nothing was stirring in her second sense of people, so maybe she'd have to try harder with a ritual later.
"I try to keep an eye on all of our people, Mary. Even when they shun me for being what I am." She then tipped her head to the side. "Little Rock calling?"
Mary looked down, then back up with resolve. "Stack thinks it's for the best, fresh start where no one ever knew me in the black community."
"You keep yourself safe, Mary, and remember, always, who you are."
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sinners [2025]
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Annie Moore & Mary [Sinners]
Characters: Annie Moore, Mary [Sinners 2025]
Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, Female Friendship, Community: ladiesbingo
Summary:
Annie and Mary say good-bye before Little Rock
Remember Who You Are
It wasn't that Annie didn't like Mary. Far from it, given their lives kept tangling. Annie was one of the only ones who didn't think the girl should be pushed to be white. Every time she thought about Mary and Elias, she did feel uneasy, as something lingered in the dark of the night about the pair.
"Mary."
"Annie."
Now why was the girl already on the defensive, unless…
"Are you needing my special tea, honey?"
Annie watched the defensive give way to worry, then embarrassment, before Mary shook her head.
"I know what not to do, thank you," Mary said firmly.
"Good." Annie beckoned her to come into the house so she could keep working. "Was surprised to see you out here."
"Wanted to say goodbye, given you've been around for so much of my life. Mama — I don't suppose you'll keep an eye on her for me?"
"I'll do the best I can, but she's always thought I was a devil tempting her milk-son."
Mary laughed, bitterly. "She's got too much church in her, but it would mean a lot."
Annie nodded to all that, trying to ferret out if the shadows on their lives, cast by the twins, was all that had ever unnerved her about Mary. Nothing was stirring in her second sense of people, so maybe she'd have to try harder with a ritual later.
"I try to keep an eye on all of our people, Mary. Even when they shun me for being what I am." She then tipped her head to the side. "Little Rock calling?"
Mary looked down, then back up with resolve. "Stack thinks it's for the best, fresh start where no one ever knew me in the black community."
"You keep yourself safe, Mary, and remember, always, who you are."
wickedgame (wickedgame) wrote in nexticon2025-12-03 08:17 pm
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Half and Half
9-1-1: Nashville
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Asp (senmut) wrote2025-12-02 06:00 pm
senmut) wrote2025-12-02 06:00 pmEntry tags:
GenPrompt Bingo Card Round 29
| Housewife / Househusband | Tragedy | Freestyle crossover | Vignette | Women Being Awesome |
| Five Things | Contemporary AU | A Moment of Understanding / Clarity | A Strange Friend | First person narration |
| Steampunk AU | Horror | Wild Card | Second person narration | Drama |
| Crossover: TV shows and movies | There is No Escape | A Test of Worthiness | Reality is Illusion | Taxes |
| High School / College AU | Humour | Teenagers | A Blessing is Bestowed | Furnishing the Home |
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dw_community_promo2025-12-02 08:38 pm
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Gen Prompt Bingo Round 29
genprompt_bingo is a low commitment multi-fandom, multi-media bingo challenge.Its aim is to provide bingo cards of gen-style prompts to be used as inspiration in creating fic, images, meta, fanmixes, vids or any other kind of fannish activities. Although the prompts themselves are "Gen" (i.e., no prompts are specifically about romance or sex) fills may be of any genre, style or rating.
Prompt lists are renewed at the start of December and April. New cards can be claimed then even if a previous card has not been completed.
Round 29 is open
Asp (senmut) wrote2025-12-01 06:18 pm
senmut) wrote2025-12-01 06:18 pmEntry tags:
Star Wars AU
AO3 Link | To Find A New Hope (3216 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Asajj Ventress, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Aayla Secura, CC-5052 | Bly, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s02e21-22 Twilight of the Apprentice
Summary:
"Pel," Atin muttered, "if your first Force Vision gets me kidnapped by a Hutt, I'm naming Kifra my best friend." The Kel Dor was nowhere to hear that threat, as Atin tried to figure out how in kriff she was supposed to find one karking kid in the middle of the desert.
Her buir'e were probably going to wish she was old enough to one on one, no matter what. Yes, she had gone to her spirit-mother for training. It wasn't her fault Pel had dragged her, and possibly Kifra, into a long-distance Force Vision. As he, so recently settled in that gender, couldn't leave Dorin, she had to do the leg work. And she wasn't alone.
"Why in all the galaxy does it have to be here?" Asajj hissed.
"You know as much as I do, and I did say you didn't have to come with me," Atin answered as levelly as possible. "Now, how do we find this kid Pel saw?"
"I presume it has to do with the Force, so you will seek, and I will guard you," Asajj said with more patience. Atin did not smile, but she knew full and well that Asajj loved her and saw Atin as an heiress — now that Mother was missing.
Atin shoved that off, and looked around the outskirts of what passed as a city… and beckoned Asajj back up into the ship. They had enough supplies and fuel; Atin would park them away from this life-sucking void to have a better chance of catching any Force wisps.
Three things happened almost as one. Atin was prepping to set them down outside a moisture farm's boundaries, Arseven found something in the 'droid-net that made him wary, and Asajj hissed in a breath as her eyes went unerringly to the horizon, not the farm.
"No, not here, not yet," Asajj snapped. "That way, go," she demanded.
While this was technically Atin's mission to complete, she had no reason to deny her spirit-mother's instincts, and did low-atmo flight in the direction she'd been given.
And, once she was out of sight of the sun-strong Force signature at the farm, she felt the secondary, lighter one that Asajj must have latched onto. What even was this going to be, when Tatooine was not exactly on the galactic map for 'famous Force users'.
"Arseven, what is it you found?"
[R2-D2 entry, specific to geo-location. Details redacted, deduce R2-D2 located there once, at minimum.]
That… that was very unexpected. Arseven had extensive memories, and kept the pulse of the 'droid-net for Atin's family, with its labyrinthine levels of access. Granted, the one Arseven could access had been hastily walled off, protected by those droids that had maintained their memories and allegiance to the Republic, but anywhere that droid might have been was a possible location in Skywalker's or Amidala's past.
And there was someone with the Force there, almost blinding to Atin when she looked with that awareness.
"Pel, I am putting a stink bomb in your quarters," she muttered before telling Asajj what Arseven had said. The Dathomiri frowned, then gave a sharp nod.
"I must be right then, about what is ahead."
Asajj held back — this was her heiress's quest — but remained where she could see events unfold. Atin had, at her suggestion, dropped some of her shielding. Asajj didn't think this particular Jedi would harm the girl, yet she was ready to throw a Force Choke to protect the girl, if the man had gone insane.
Ahsoka had mentioned ones she had found, driven insane by the genocide of their people.
She wasn't prepared to see a man that looked twice the age he should coming out of the hovel to see who had parked a scout ship beside his bantha herd. It was one more point toward that karking anooba on the Emperor's leash really being Skywalker. If she had only managed to kill him at Yavin…
"Hello there," came the voice she easily recognized, and the Force felt cautious but not hostile around him. With that, she did emerge.
"Now, Kenobi, don't go flirting with the child," she purred, pleased when his eyes went large and he reached toward his belt. "Especially not when she is of your line."
"All I did was say 'hello', Ventress," Kenobi answered, forcing himself to a less battle-ready stance.
"This is General Kenobi? He looks older than any of my uncles," Atin said, adding more confusion to the mix, and making Asajj laugh.
"Redheads shouldn't live under dual suns; I'd be glad to offer you much better places to lay your head, my dear old nemesis."
"I'm very certain my answer to that is 'no'," Kenobi said, before taking his eyes back to Atin.
"Good," Atin said. "As I'm not sure I'd want you anywhere near my other clan."
Asajj wondered at that, curious what was setting her heiress firmly against this man of her past.
"I'm sorry, but perhaps introductions are in order," Kenobi said. "At least for my sake?"
"Atin Tano."
Asajj's earlier words, those clone-dark eyes, plus the name all were hammering at Kenobi, and she could see it, despite the man's attempt to sweep the emotions away.
"My fair skin cannot endure these suns; do invite us in, my dear Kenobi?" Asajj said, and he helplessly turned to lead them in, a gesture that left it up to them to follow.
Obi-Wan settled his former enemy — who was remarkably pleasant — and the hostile stranger that seemed to be his grand-padawan's kin with an eye to defusing whatever had brought them here.
"Kenobi," Asajj began, "this began with my student's Force Vision, but I noted your presence, and decided that perhaps you could enlighten us as to the blazing Force Beacon not so far from here?"
Atin seemed content with that question, but her eyes, so like Co — he cut that off — bored holes into him for his answer.
"He was brought here to escape the Purge," Kenobi said, a truth, but not all of it.
"Because of Vader?" Atin accused immediately, and he could not, quite, keep from flinching, leading to her using some choice words in at least three languages.
Asajj rested a hand on her shoulder, and the girl, no older than Ahsoka at Christophsis, Obi-Wan thought, settled.
"The point stands, Kenobi. If the not-so hidden one belongs to either the gundark or that senator woman, and a Vision has been had, he is likely no longer safe here."
Obi-Wan blinked; how could Asajj know not only that Vader was Anakin, but who the mother would be?!
"Oh please. Do you think Atin is my student by chance?" Asajj purred. "Ahsoka paid a visit to me after the confirmation, so that she could enlist my aid to better protect Atin until Atin was fully trained in her ways.
"And the funeral was obviously of a pregnant woman. Deception in that would be needed, hmm, if she had been suspected to be carrying a child?"
"How was it confirmed?" he asked, instead of answering anything.
"I was taken, when I was very small, and my parents had to rescue me," Atin said. "The fact he took me instead of outright killing me planted the idea." She glared at him. "She was out there fighting still. Had been fighting since she was only a little older than me now… and you're on this sun-scorched rock with a sitting target."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes at the accusation in her words. "I thought I needed to guard the last hope of the Jedi. Your mother was — always — in the midst of the men. I could not fathom that she had survived when so many died."
Asajj made an indelicate noise at that. "You never could see the full potential in her," she scoffed. "But, admittedly, she was aided by that captain of hers."
Atin flashed her sharper than human teeth in a smile at those words. "Fives was right," the girl told Obi-Wan, and he had to shuffle through his memories, so far back, before going pale with shock. "My uncles were used by making them flesh-droids in truth. My buir'e have stolen back the ones they could."
"I… that is much to digest," Obi-Wan said, as the memory of the men becoming nothing more than uniform spots of malevolence returned to him. "You said… 'was'?" he asked in a gentle tone.
"She's not dead," from Asajj overlapped "She disappeared," out of Atin's mouth.
"After facing Vader on Malachor," Atin continued. "The other former Jedi involved refused to give me the coordinates, but Arseven got it out of their droid."
"We went, she and I, but could not find Ahsoka," Asajj finished. "I sought for her spirit in the Force, but it is not there." She then glanced over into a corner. "Unlike the one sharing your abode."
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.
Atin snorted. "It's a little trick from Asajj's tradition. The dead can be useful sometimes."
"So they can be," Obi-Wan agreed, having learned more from Qui-Gon Jinn during his exile. "Back to my reason for being here, it has not changed. I … will have to find a way to cloak him."
"Kenobi, don't be an idiot. If the boy has been revealed to a more distantly connected Force user, do you really think the gundark won't feel it soon?"
"This planet is a shield of its own," Obi-Wan said weakly.
"No, no it's not, and you're endangering my cousin," Atin growled.
How had she decided on that tack? No, Ahsoka had claimed Anakin as 'brother', so in one way it made sense. In all others, given her own confession of abduction, and Vader likely being responsible for Ahsoka's loss, it did not.
Togruta, vod'e, and clan — they never used logic for naming kin ties.
"I have nowhere else to take him."
"Spirit-mother?" Atin asked, maybe implored, and Asajj set her jaw firmly.
"Kenobi, give me your hands," Asajj said, reaching out. "I may not like most of the main clan she lives with, but I will not allow Sithly manipulations to harm them for hers, and Ahsoka's, sake."
"I'm sorry, but weren't you a Sith's disciple?" Obi-Wan asked to cover just how uneasy he was.
"Bah. I am a Night Sister, and those days were long gone even before I helped my pet deliver her child."
Atin laughed, sharp and short. "Do you want me to call you 'harpy' since she's not here to do it?"
It was Asajj's affectionate yet sad smile at the girl that made Obi-Wan actually reach for the hands, to prove he was safe, even if he thought there was no way he would go wherever Atin lived.
Asajj had been certain Kenobi was free of the Sithly traps — there had been residue, but Kenobi had dealt with it. Then came the negotiation with the farmers, which had taken right up until Luke found out the Empire might kill his family when they came hunting.
Atin had set the long course, dropping Asajj back on Dathomir. Luke was so unshielded that he could feel the planet before they even grounded for her to leave.
Now, having made certain neither of them were present as she set her course, she had time in hyperspace to actually talk to the pair without Asajj needling the Jedi relic.
"No, you can't know where we're going," she answered Luke's first question, then looked at Kenobi. "You're not the only jetii to survive."
"Obviously your mother," he began, but she shook her head.
"I meant of your Order. She was not, remember?" When the man flushed she continued. "Buir made her promise to not leave us, those that were rescued, us kids, because someone had to teach the useful bits to me and my sibs."
"Her," Kenobi murmured, considering. "And you are warning me because there is a connection?"
"Yes. I've heard a few stories about Kenobi-and-Vos as I grew up."
That rattled the Jedi pretty hard. "Master Saa or Master Secura?" he asked once he had his equilibrium back, well-aware that Luke was listening — and feeling in the Force — to all the emotions.
"Mama Aayla," Atin said. "Bly was in physical contact with her when the order hit, and that gave him just enough to stun her instead of kill, though he hunted her after, knowing she wasn't dead. But his chip was malfunctioning, and she was able to snap the thing with the Force, to free him."
"Chip? Like the ones in the slaves?" Luke asked, giving Kenobi time to digest the revelation.
"Huttese chips just explode," Atin said bitterly. "Death would be preferable to ones that made you mindless flesh-droids who killed those they were supposed to protect."
Luke blanched, then nodded. "Yeah… rescued?"
"It started with my mother and her captain, figuring out how to neutralize the chips, how to work the men past their trauma. I'm told they weren't always able, very early on. Then giving them a choice to settle in Sanctuary, which is the name of where we are going," she said, knowing it wouldn't tell them where in the galaxy it was. Granted, if Pel came up, Kenobi would guess, but that would be after Aayla and Wolffe decided the threat level. "The other half of the choice was to join the Rebellion. Some did.
"But no one holds it against the ones that chose living free and safe."
"Your mother helped in the Rebellion I take it?" Kenobi asked.
"My mother helped build it, shape it, guide it." Atin sat tall in her chair. "She was learning every Force trick she could, freeing my uncles, and recruiting on both sides of the Separatist line to fight the Empire."
Kenobi met her eyes on that, and stroked his beard a moment. "She was one of the best and brightest," he said, "and the Order did so very wrong by her."
That … Atin hadn't expected that. She could accept it, could move past her lingering antipathy to this man.
Obi-Wan had watched Luke's openness actually win the girl over. He was rather glad Luke hadn't actually picked up on the girl being younger, given how driven Atin was, especially in teaching Luke the most basic Force shielding for polite company among other users.
He was awakened by them coming out of hyperspace, but per their agreement, made no attempt to leave the cabin he shared with Luke, a narrow space with two bunks and storage beneath them, looking over as his ward noticed the change and awakened.
"We're out of hyperspace. Atin will be landing us, no doubt, as she has not put us into a new jump," Obi-Wan said.
"Do we always notice it?"
"Long time spacers do. Those who grew up in space will. And Force users, as the fullness of the feeling of being surrounded is somewhat muted in hyperspace."
"Good to know."
A short time later, the ship was definitely landed, and Obi-Wan waited for the word to get out.
That came when the astromech, Arseven, came and opened their door to lead them out.
"I suppose she went ahead to warn the others," Obi-Wan said.
"It feels… light. Warm? Soothing," Luke said, measuring his awareness around him as Obi-Wan and Atin had been teaching.
"If it is a refuge for those wronged by the war, I suppose it would," Obi-Wan said, not willing to reach out like that, to feel the betrayal of the men, of their grief for the Jedi. He and Luke followed Arseven, and were led into a docking bay that only held one other ship at present, a beat up single-man Aether-Sprite.
Ahead of them was a clone with gold bars on his cheeks, and beside him, a blue Twi'lek that Obi-Wan had seen grow from foundling to Master. Atin was off to the side, kneeling down in a deep hug with a Twi'leki girl still in the dainty stage of true childhood.
"Master Kenobi," the woman said in a calm, measured tone.
"Can we dispense with titles, my old friend?" Obi-Wan asked, and then she was in motion, prompting him to meet her. The hug, he had to admit, felt very good to his worn and frayed spirit.
"Obi-Wan," she murmured.
"Aayla," he answered her, before stepping back a little and looking at the clone. "Bly." It was so complicated in his heart. Could Cody have resisted if the order had come while they were together?
"Obi-Wan," Bly replied. "Rex and Wolffe will probably slip for General, but you remember how they were."
"Luke, come with us," Atin called. "We'll get your things later, but I want you to meet my little sister, and we'll show you where we live."
"Okay."
Once the trio were departed, Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Sister?"
Bly actually chuckled, while Aayla linked an arm around Obi-Wan's to be his guide. "Clan remains fluid, and need not have blood, though technically speaking, they are half-sisters," she said with a smile. "Kifra, our daughter. They have another sibling, who is fully by spirit, and also vod to all of the men, but you will not be meeting him just yet.
"Rex is off-world, helping the Rebels at present. And while we are not pleased at Atin's decision to take such risks while she was away training, we are pleased to welcome you, and your ward."
"How much did she tell you?"
"All of it. And we will do what we can to help Amidala's son protect himself, we promise."
"For now," Bly said quietly, "you are to follow our standard care routine for a survivor of the war."
"I have had — "
"No one with whom you could work it out, you only just learned what happened to us, and I know our ad is as diplomatic as a rancor," Bly said, cutting him off. "I love Atin dearly, but she has her mother's stubborn and bluntness down to a fine art."
"I think our Captain gets some of that blame," Aayla said with impish humor. "But he does tend to phrase it better."
Obi-Wan took a deep breath. If Aayla could learn to smile, after all she had been through, he would try their way. Even the Force thought this was for the better, and that helped him relax into their care even further.
~So he is there, and another Jedi of Father's extended clan,~ Pel recapped from the long mental conference with Atin and Kifra.
~Yes, but we have not mentioned we are in the Dorin system or who you are. Might piece it together, but I wanted our parents to get a feel for the Jedi first.~
~Of course. I know all of you will help Luke build the basics. And then, when Mama Aayla says, I will come to help with the mental side of it.~
~Alright. I don't know where your vision will lead us, Pel, but… I think something shifted.~
~So the Sages believe,~ he assured her. ~Sleep well, my sisters.~
~You too,~ Kifra said, before shifting to be more comfortable in the bed with her big sister. "It has to get better, right?"
"We're going to try hard for that," Atin promised her, closing her eyes. She just wished her mother could be here to help them, as always.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Original Female Character(s), Asajj Ventress, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Luke Skywalker, Aayla Secura, CC-5052 | Bly, Original Male Character(s)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Episode: s02e21-22 Twilight of the Apprentice
Summary:
When Pel has a vision, and shares it with Atin, she gets to do the legwork.
To Find A New Hope
"Pel," Atin muttered, "if your first Force Vision gets me kidnapped by a Hutt, I'm naming Kifra my best friend." The Kel Dor was nowhere to hear that threat, as Atin tried to figure out how in kriff she was supposed to find one karking kid in the middle of the desert.
Her buir'e were probably going to wish she was old enough to one on one, no matter what. Yes, she had gone to her spirit-mother for training. It wasn't her fault Pel had dragged her, and possibly Kifra, into a long-distance Force Vision. As he, so recently settled in that gender, couldn't leave Dorin, she had to do the leg work. And she wasn't alone.
"Why in all the galaxy does it have to be here?" Asajj hissed.
"You know as much as I do, and I did say you didn't have to come with me," Atin answered as levelly as possible. "Now, how do we find this kid Pel saw?"
"I presume it has to do with the Force, so you will seek, and I will guard you," Asajj said with more patience. Atin did not smile, but she knew full and well that Asajj loved her and saw Atin as an heiress — now that Mother was missing.
Atin shoved that off, and looked around the outskirts of what passed as a city… and beckoned Asajj back up into the ship. They had enough supplies and fuel; Atin would park them away from this life-sucking void to have a better chance of catching any Force wisps.
Three things happened almost as one. Atin was prepping to set them down outside a moisture farm's boundaries, Arseven found something in the 'droid-net that made him wary, and Asajj hissed in a breath as her eyes went unerringly to the horizon, not the farm.
"No, not here, not yet," Asajj snapped. "That way, go," she demanded.
While this was technically Atin's mission to complete, she had no reason to deny her spirit-mother's instincts, and did low-atmo flight in the direction she'd been given.
And, once she was out of sight of the sun-strong Force signature at the farm, she felt the secondary, lighter one that Asajj must have latched onto. What even was this going to be, when Tatooine was not exactly on the galactic map for 'famous Force users'.
"Arseven, what is it you found?"
[R2-D2 entry, specific to geo-location. Details redacted, deduce R2-D2 located there once, at minimum.]
That… that was very unexpected. Arseven had extensive memories, and kept the pulse of the 'droid-net for Atin's family, with its labyrinthine levels of access. Granted, the one Arseven could access had been hastily walled off, protected by those droids that had maintained their memories and allegiance to the Republic, but anywhere that droid might have been was a possible location in Skywalker's or Amidala's past.
And there was someone with the Force there, almost blinding to Atin when she looked with that awareness.
"Pel, I am putting a stink bomb in your quarters," she muttered before telling Asajj what Arseven had said. The Dathomiri frowned, then gave a sharp nod.
"I must be right then, about what is ahead."
Asajj held back — this was her heiress's quest — but remained where she could see events unfold. Atin had, at her suggestion, dropped some of her shielding. Asajj didn't think this particular Jedi would harm the girl, yet she was ready to throw a Force Choke to protect the girl, if the man had gone insane.
Ahsoka had mentioned ones she had found, driven insane by the genocide of their people.
She wasn't prepared to see a man that looked twice the age he should coming out of the hovel to see who had parked a scout ship beside his bantha herd. It was one more point toward that karking anooba on the Emperor's leash really being Skywalker. If she had only managed to kill him at Yavin…
"Hello there," came the voice she easily recognized, and the Force felt cautious but not hostile around him. With that, she did emerge.
"Now, Kenobi, don't go flirting with the child," she purred, pleased when his eyes went large and he reached toward his belt. "Especially not when she is of your line."
"All I did was say 'hello', Ventress," Kenobi answered, forcing himself to a less battle-ready stance.
"This is General Kenobi? He looks older than any of my uncles," Atin said, adding more confusion to the mix, and making Asajj laugh.
"Redheads shouldn't live under dual suns; I'd be glad to offer you much better places to lay your head, my dear old nemesis."
"I'm very certain my answer to that is 'no'," Kenobi said, before taking his eyes back to Atin.
"Good," Atin said. "As I'm not sure I'd want you anywhere near my other clan."
Asajj wondered at that, curious what was setting her heiress firmly against this man of her past.
"I'm sorry, but perhaps introductions are in order," Kenobi said. "At least for my sake?"
"Atin Tano."
Asajj's earlier words, those clone-dark eyes, plus the name all were hammering at Kenobi, and she could see it, despite the man's attempt to sweep the emotions away.
"My fair skin cannot endure these suns; do invite us in, my dear Kenobi?" Asajj said, and he helplessly turned to lead them in, a gesture that left it up to them to follow.
Obi-Wan settled his former enemy — who was remarkably pleasant — and the hostile stranger that seemed to be his grand-padawan's kin with an eye to defusing whatever had brought them here.
"Kenobi," Asajj began, "this began with my student's Force Vision, but I noted your presence, and decided that perhaps you could enlighten us as to the blazing Force Beacon not so far from here?"
Atin seemed content with that question, but her eyes, so like Co — he cut that off — bored holes into him for his answer.
"He was brought here to escape the Purge," Kenobi said, a truth, but not all of it.
"Because of Vader?" Atin accused immediately, and he could not, quite, keep from flinching, leading to her using some choice words in at least three languages.
Asajj rested a hand on her shoulder, and the girl, no older than Ahsoka at Christophsis, Obi-Wan thought, settled.
"The point stands, Kenobi. If the not-so hidden one belongs to either the gundark or that senator woman, and a Vision has been had, he is likely no longer safe here."
Obi-Wan blinked; how could Asajj know not only that Vader was Anakin, but who the mother would be?!
"Oh please. Do you think Atin is my student by chance?" Asajj purred. "Ahsoka paid a visit to me after the confirmation, so that she could enlist my aid to better protect Atin until Atin was fully trained in her ways.
"And the funeral was obviously of a pregnant woman. Deception in that would be needed, hmm, if she had been suspected to be carrying a child?"
"How was it confirmed?" he asked, instead of answering anything.
"I was taken, when I was very small, and my parents had to rescue me," Atin said. "The fact he took me instead of outright killing me planted the idea." She glared at him. "She was out there fighting still. Had been fighting since she was only a little older than me now… and you're on this sun-scorched rock with a sitting target."
Obi-Wan closed his eyes at the accusation in her words. "I thought I needed to guard the last hope of the Jedi. Your mother was — always — in the midst of the men. I could not fathom that she had survived when so many died."
Asajj made an indelicate noise at that. "You never could see the full potential in her," she scoffed. "But, admittedly, she was aided by that captain of hers."
Atin flashed her sharper than human teeth in a smile at those words. "Fives was right," the girl told Obi-Wan, and he had to shuffle through his memories, so far back, before going pale with shock. "My uncles were used by making them flesh-droids in truth. My buir'e have stolen back the ones they could."
"I… that is much to digest," Obi-Wan said, as the memory of the men becoming nothing more than uniform spots of malevolence returned to him. "You said… 'was'?" he asked in a gentle tone.
"She's not dead," from Asajj overlapped "She disappeared," out of Atin's mouth.
"After facing Vader on Malachor," Atin continued. "The other former Jedi involved refused to give me the coordinates, but Arseven got it out of their droid."
"We went, she and I, but could not find Ahsoka," Asajj finished. "I sought for her spirit in the Force, but it is not there." She then glanced over into a corner. "Unlike the one sharing your abode."
Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow.
Atin snorted. "It's a little trick from Asajj's tradition. The dead can be useful sometimes."
"So they can be," Obi-Wan agreed, having learned more from Qui-Gon Jinn during his exile. "Back to my reason for being here, it has not changed. I … will have to find a way to cloak him."
"Kenobi, don't be an idiot. If the boy has been revealed to a more distantly connected Force user, do you really think the gundark won't feel it soon?"
"This planet is a shield of its own," Obi-Wan said weakly.
"No, no it's not, and you're endangering my cousin," Atin growled.
How had she decided on that tack? No, Ahsoka had claimed Anakin as 'brother', so in one way it made sense. In all others, given her own confession of abduction, and Vader likely being responsible for Ahsoka's loss, it did not.
Togruta, vod'e, and clan — they never used logic for naming kin ties.
"I have nowhere else to take him."
"Spirit-mother?" Atin asked, maybe implored, and Asajj set her jaw firmly.
"Kenobi, give me your hands," Asajj said, reaching out. "I may not like most of the main clan she lives with, but I will not allow Sithly manipulations to harm them for hers, and Ahsoka's, sake."
"I'm sorry, but weren't you a Sith's disciple?" Obi-Wan asked to cover just how uneasy he was.
"Bah. I am a Night Sister, and those days were long gone even before I helped my pet deliver her child."
Atin laughed, sharp and short. "Do you want me to call you 'harpy' since she's not here to do it?"
It was Asajj's affectionate yet sad smile at the girl that made Obi-Wan actually reach for the hands, to prove he was safe, even if he thought there was no way he would go wherever Atin lived.
Asajj had been certain Kenobi was free of the Sithly traps — there had been residue, but Kenobi had dealt with it. Then came the negotiation with the farmers, which had taken right up until Luke found out the Empire might kill his family when they came hunting.
Atin had set the long course, dropping Asajj back on Dathomir. Luke was so unshielded that he could feel the planet before they even grounded for her to leave.
Now, having made certain neither of them were present as she set her course, she had time in hyperspace to actually talk to the pair without Asajj needling the Jedi relic.
"No, you can't know where we're going," she answered Luke's first question, then looked at Kenobi. "You're not the only jetii to survive."
"Obviously your mother," he began, but she shook her head.
"I meant of your Order. She was not, remember?" When the man flushed she continued. "Buir made her promise to not leave us, those that were rescued, us kids, because someone had to teach the useful bits to me and my sibs."
"Her," Kenobi murmured, considering. "And you are warning me because there is a connection?"
"Yes. I've heard a few stories about Kenobi-and-Vos as I grew up."
That rattled the Jedi pretty hard. "Master Saa or Master Secura?" he asked once he had his equilibrium back, well-aware that Luke was listening — and feeling in the Force — to all the emotions.
"Mama Aayla," Atin said. "Bly was in physical contact with her when the order hit, and that gave him just enough to stun her instead of kill, though he hunted her after, knowing she wasn't dead. But his chip was malfunctioning, and she was able to snap the thing with the Force, to free him."
"Chip? Like the ones in the slaves?" Luke asked, giving Kenobi time to digest the revelation.
"Huttese chips just explode," Atin said bitterly. "Death would be preferable to ones that made you mindless flesh-droids who killed those they were supposed to protect."
Luke blanched, then nodded. "Yeah… rescued?"
"It started with my mother and her captain, figuring out how to neutralize the chips, how to work the men past their trauma. I'm told they weren't always able, very early on. Then giving them a choice to settle in Sanctuary, which is the name of where we are going," she said, knowing it wouldn't tell them where in the galaxy it was. Granted, if Pel came up, Kenobi would guess, but that would be after Aayla and Wolffe decided the threat level. "The other half of the choice was to join the Rebellion. Some did.
"But no one holds it against the ones that chose living free and safe."
"Your mother helped in the Rebellion I take it?" Kenobi asked.
"My mother helped build it, shape it, guide it." Atin sat tall in her chair. "She was learning every Force trick she could, freeing my uncles, and recruiting on both sides of the Separatist line to fight the Empire."
Kenobi met her eyes on that, and stroked his beard a moment. "She was one of the best and brightest," he said, "and the Order did so very wrong by her."
That … Atin hadn't expected that. She could accept it, could move past her lingering antipathy to this man.
Obi-Wan had watched Luke's openness actually win the girl over. He was rather glad Luke hadn't actually picked up on the girl being younger, given how driven Atin was, especially in teaching Luke the most basic Force shielding for polite company among other users.
He was awakened by them coming out of hyperspace, but per their agreement, made no attempt to leave the cabin he shared with Luke, a narrow space with two bunks and storage beneath them, looking over as his ward noticed the change and awakened.
"We're out of hyperspace. Atin will be landing us, no doubt, as she has not put us into a new jump," Obi-Wan said.
"Do we always notice it?"
"Long time spacers do. Those who grew up in space will. And Force users, as the fullness of the feeling of being surrounded is somewhat muted in hyperspace."
"Good to know."
A short time later, the ship was definitely landed, and Obi-Wan waited for the word to get out.
That came when the astromech, Arseven, came and opened their door to lead them out.
"I suppose she went ahead to warn the others," Obi-Wan said.
"It feels… light. Warm? Soothing," Luke said, measuring his awareness around him as Obi-Wan and Atin had been teaching.
"If it is a refuge for those wronged by the war, I suppose it would," Obi-Wan said, not willing to reach out like that, to feel the betrayal of the men, of their grief for the Jedi. He and Luke followed Arseven, and were led into a docking bay that only held one other ship at present, a beat up single-man Aether-Sprite.
Ahead of them was a clone with gold bars on his cheeks, and beside him, a blue Twi'lek that Obi-Wan had seen grow from foundling to Master. Atin was off to the side, kneeling down in a deep hug with a Twi'leki girl still in the dainty stage of true childhood.
"Master Kenobi," the woman said in a calm, measured tone.
"Can we dispense with titles, my old friend?" Obi-Wan asked, and then she was in motion, prompting him to meet her. The hug, he had to admit, felt very good to his worn and frayed spirit.
"Obi-Wan," she murmured.
"Aayla," he answered her, before stepping back a little and looking at the clone. "Bly." It was so complicated in his heart. Could Cody have resisted if the order had come while they were together?
"Obi-Wan," Bly replied. "Rex and Wolffe will probably slip for General, but you remember how they were."
"Luke, come with us," Atin called. "We'll get your things later, but I want you to meet my little sister, and we'll show you where we live."
"Okay."
Once the trio were departed, Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow. "Sister?"
Bly actually chuckled, while Aayla linked an arm around Obi-Wan's to be his guide. "Clan remains fluid, and need not have blood, though technically speaking, they are half-sisters," she said with a smile. "Kifra, our daughter. They have another sibling, who is fully by spirit, and also vod to all of the men, but you will not be meeting him just yet.
"Rex is off-world, helping the Rebels at present. And while we are not pleased at Atin's decision to take such risks while she was away training, we are pleased to welcome you, and your ward."
"How much did she tell you?"
"All of it. And we will do what we can to help Amidala's son protect himself, we promise."
"For now," Bly said quietly, "you are to follow our standard care routine for a survivor of the war."
"I have had — "
"No one with whom you could work it out, you only just learned what happened to us, and I know our ad is as diplomatic as a rancor," Bly said, cutting him off. "I love Atin dearly, but she has her mother's stubborn and bluntness down to a fine art."
"I think our Captain gets some of that blame," Aayla said with impish humor. "But he does tend to phrase it better."
Obi-Wan took a deep breath. If Aayla could learn to smile, after all she had been through, he would try their way. Even the Force thought this was for the better, and that helped him relax into their care even further.
~So he is there, and another Jedi of Father's extended clan,~ Pel recapped from the long mental conference with Atin and Kifra.
~Yes, but we have not mentioned we are in the Dorin system or who you are. Might piece it together, but I wanted our parents to get a feel for the Jedi first.~
~Of course. I know all of you will help Luke build the basics. And then, when Mama Aayla says, I will come to help with the mental side of it.~
~Alright. I don't know where your vision will lead us, Pel, but… I think something shifted.~
~So the Sages believe,~ he assured her. ~Sleep well, my sisters.~
~You too,~ Kifra said, before shifting to be more comfortable in the bed with her big sister. "It has to get better, right?"
"We're going to try hard for that," Atin promised her, closing her eyes. She just wished her mother could be here to help them, as always.
redwolf (redwolf) wrote2025-12-02 05:42 am
redwolf) wrote2025-12-02 05:42 am
Alcove
Sarah grabbed Jareth’s arm and dragged him into an alcove. It was a tight squeeze with two people and Jareth was not at all adverse to Sarah’s sudden urge for them to be in close physical proximity.
Pressed Sarah into the wall, Jareth breathed into her ear. “Don’t think that I’m complaining, darling, but I have a meeting in ten minutes and I doubt the ambassador would appreciate being deferred again.”
Suppressing a groan, Sarah stilled her hands that had gone wandering of their own accord. “You are so distracting.” She grabbed a handful of very firm buttock as Jareth huffed a laugh into her neck. “Can you hear that?”
Pulling back to look her in the eye, Jareth raised an elegant eyebrow.
“Of course. Silly me.” They could hear a staff member being sternly dressed down for inappropriate behaviour. “I didn’t want to walk in on a disciplinary meeting.”
“So thoughtful of you,” Jareth crooned softly. “I am most appreciative of your actions.” He slid a hand down Sarah’s back, but froze as the overheard conversation got more heated. “Did that little bastard just try to play the nepotism card?”
“I think he also just made a claim to being untouchable due to a veiled allusion that you’re in a relationship with his mother.” Sarah frowned as she slowly parsed the overly flowery and pretentious speech patterns. “Who is this guy? I don’t recognize his voice.”
“I haven’t worked with him either. I met him once when he was introduced as a new staff member, he was so obsequious that he made an impression.”
Jareth described the young man and Sarah nodded. “Some of my team have mentioned an entitled twit. They were not impressed at his behavior. Out of interest, who is his mother?”
“You know her as well as I do. Remember that function with the boorish woman who kept interrupting conversations to laud the accomplishments of her offspring?”
Sarah thought back to the evening. “Is that what she was on about? I was so distracted by her gravity defying hat that I wasn’t paying any attention to her twittering.”
The young man’s protestations were being firmly shut down. It seemed that he should have taken notes from his mother before starting work, as the person he was trying to play superior with was the one who had recommended him for employment due to a complicated network of favours. He was informed that instead of learning the ropes, he had squandered his mother’s favour with his arrogance and entitlement.
“I believe this is our cue.” Jareth stepped out of the alcove, tucking Sarah’s hand into his elbow.
“You have no right to remove me. I’ll have your job.”
“I think not.” The young man spun to attack the newcomer and Sarah could see his life flash before his eyes as he realised who spoke. “You will be placed with the cleaning staff until you learn humility. The goblins will be providing correction if their standards are breached.”
labyfic — drabble #238: guarded
Part of the Balance!verse
Pressed Sarah into the wall, Jareth breathed into her ear. “Don’t think that I’m complaining, darling, but I have a meeting in ten minutes and I doubt the ambassador would appreciate being deferred again.”
Suppressing a groan, Sarah stilled her hands that had gone wandering of their own accord. “You are so distracting.” She grabbed a handful of very firm buttock as Jareth huffed a laugh into her neck. “Can you hear that?”
Pulling back to look her in the eye, Jareth raised an elegant eyebrow.
“Of course. Silly me.” They could hear a staff member being sternly dressed down for inappropriate behaviour. “I didn’t want to walk in on a disciplinary meeting.”
“So thoughtful of you,” Jareth crooned softly. “I am most appreciative of your actions.” He slid a hand down Sarah’s back, but froze as the overheard conversation got more heated. “Did that little bastard just try to play the nepotism card?”
“I think he also just made a claim to being untouchable due to a veiled allusion that you’re in a relationship with his mother.” Sarah frowned as she slowly parsed the overly flowery and pretentious speech patterns. “Who is this guy? I don’t recognize his voice.”
“I haven’t worked with him either. I met him once when he was introduced as a new staff member, he was so obsequious that he made an impression.”
Jareth described the young man and Sarah nodded. “Some of my team have mentioned an entitled twit. They were not impressed at his behavior. Out of interest, who is his mother?”
“You know her as well as I do. Remember that function with the boorish woman who kept interrupting conversations to laud the accomplishments of her offspring?”
Sarah thought back to the evening. “Is that what she was on about? I was so distracted by her gravity defying hat that I wasn’t paying any attention to her twittering.”
The young man’s protestations were being firmly shut down. It seemed that he should have taken notes from his mother before starting work, as the person he was trying to play superior with was the one who had recommended him for employment due to a complicated network of favours. He was informed that instead of learning the ropes, he had squandered his mother’s favour with his arrogance and entitlement.
“I believe this is our cue.” Jareth stepped out of the alcove, tucking Sarah’s hand into his elbow.
“You have no right to remove me. I’ll have your job.”
“I think not.” The young man spun to attack the newcomer and Sarah could see his life flash before his eyes as he realised who spoke. “You will be placed with the cleaning staff until you learn humility. The goblins will be providing correction if their standards are breached.”
labyfic — drabble #238: guardedPart of the Balance!verse
thisbluespirit (thisbluespirit) wrote2025-12-01 10:40 am
thisbluespirit) wrote2025-12-01 10:40 amEntry tags:
Fly by rec
My wrangling got slightly derailed this morning, because I was scrolling down my bins and then suddenly a WILD TAG IN ENIGMA 2001!
And it wasn't me misreading, it wasn't some giant multi-fandom essay, or somehow ASOIAF, Harry Potter, Sherlock or Star Wars, it was real and pretty much perfect. Not particularly spoilery (the only thing this reveals is also evident pretty soon into the film):
de la lune (273 words) by misura
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Enigma (2001)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Claire Romilly, Wigram (Enigma 2001)
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon
Summary: "I've always wanted to be a Claire." (pre-canon)
I got too flaily to wrangle.
And it wasn't me misreading, it wasn't some giant multi-fandom essay, or somehow ASOIAF, Harry Potter, Sherlock or Star Wars, it was real and pretty much perfect. Not particularly spoilery (the only thing this reveals is also evident pretty soon into the film):
de la lune (273 words) by misura
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Enigma (2001)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Claire Romilly, Wigram (Enigma 2001)
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon
Summary: "I've always wanted to be a Claire." (pre-canon)
I got too flaily to wrangle.
Socchan (soc_puppet) wrote2025-11-30 06:53 pm
soc_puppet) wrote2025-11-30 06:53 pm
Entry tags:
Incoherent keysmash goes here
Ah. So. Um.
I have just been officially gifted a whoooole bunch of Dreamwidth points to reward as I see fit to participants atmoodthemeinayear, just to encourage more creativity and participation and stuff. With instructions to ask for more if I run out, and also to encourage anyone who makes a qualifying mood theme to consider submitting it to be site-supported. (And also I'm maybe being informally recruited to be the/an official Dreamwidth mood theme uploader person???)
I need. To take some time to think about how I would award these points.
(Initial idea: One month of paid time for anyone who completes just the Minimum Track, three months for anyone who completes the Medium Track, and one year for anyone who completes the Maximum Track, but like. Given that the community is supposed to be low-stress and low-pressure and allow participants to drift in and out, maybe I should instead do "One month of paid time for each Part/eighteen moods completed"? And then throw in some bonus paid time for anyone who completes the Maximum Track and/or submits a mood theme to be site-supported? Hrrrmmmmm...)
I have just been officially gifted a whoooole bunch of Dreamwidth points to reward as I see fit to participants at
moodthemeinayear, just to encourage more creativity and participation and stuff. With instructions to ask for more if I run out, and also to encourage anyone who makes a qualifying mood theme to consider submitting it to be site-supported. (And also I'm maybe being informally recruited to be the/an official Dreamwidth mood theme uploader person???)I need. To take some time to think about how I would award these points.
(Initial idea: One month of paid time for anyone who completes just the Minimum Track, three months for anyone who completes the Medium Track, and one year for anyone who completes the Maximum Track, but like. Given that the community is supposed to be low-stress and low-pressure and allow participants to drift in and out, maybe I should instead do "One month of paid time for each Part/eighteen moods completed"? And then throw in some bonus paid time for anyone who completes the Maximum Track and/or submits a mood theme to be site-supported? Hrrrmmmmm...)
Xavia (xandromedovna) wrote in fic_rush_482025-11-30 06:07 pm
xandromedovna) wrote in fic_rush_482025-11-30 06:07 pmEntry tags:
Round 156 Had Ended!
Your Fic_Rush is in another castle!
Xavia (xandromedovna) wrote in fic_rush2025-11-30 06:00 pm
xandromedovna) wrote in fic_rush2025-11-30 06:00 pmEntry tags:
Round 156 Has Ended!
Another fabulous Round is now behind us, but we shall Rush again! Until then, what deeds have you to tell us? Please regale us in the comments below! And as always, endless gratitude to our glorious Mod Squad:
xandromedovna, WerebunniesBane
lullabymoon, Supreme Yarn Botherer
glinda, Supreme Tea Temptress
lilly_c, Clumsy Rhino
and introducingdesertvixen, who now gets to choose a Pretentious Title
ETA: Welcome, Guardian of Deadlines!
xandromedovna, WerebunniesBanelullabymoon, Supreme Yarn Bothererglinda, Supreme Tea Temptresslilly_c, Clumsy Rhinoand introducing
desertvixen, who now gets to choose a Pretentious TitleETA: Welcome, Guardian of Deadlines!
Xavia (xandromedovna) wrote in fic_rush_482025-11-30 05:03 pm
xandromedovna) wrote in fic_rush_482025-11-30 05:03 pmEntry tags:
Round 156, Hour 48
GOGOGOGOGO!!
Xavia (xandromedovna) wrote in fic_rush_482025-11-30 04:05 pm
xandromedovna) wrote in fic_rush_482025-11-30 04:05 pmEntry tags:
Round 156, Hour 47
It's getting to be that time, brace yourselves for the end of the Rush!